Witch Brigade

"Have you noticed the extra people around the princess?" Olivia prompted.

"That sissy?" Quinnes frowned, and the maid Minian was the "old man" beside the princess. Naturally the person Olivia was talking about could not be her.

"Yes, that's the sissy, but don't underestimate this sissy, I just came to see him, if possible, it's better to get some information about this guy." Olivia said.

"What does this guy have?" Quinns asked.

"His name is Evelyn Oliver, and he was hired by the princess as a court painter."

"A court painter, is there such a thing that makes you cautious?" Quinns asked in doubt.

Olivia: "Of course it is impossible for a court painter to make me so careful, but what if he is a professional painter?"

"Professional painter?" Quinnes frowned and said hesitantly: "You said he is a professional, and the secret is related to the painter." The professional is the collective term for the so-called extraordinary people who practice secrets.

Olivia: "That's right, the heir of the seventh-order secret romantic oil painter of the mysterious world romantic faction."

"Romantic? I don't see where this guy is romantic, but the seventh-order secret romantic oil painter," Quinns solemnly said: "It is indeed worth noting. Do you know how powerful this Evelyn is?"

"Not sure, but at least 4 rings."

"Above 4th ring, the strength has been reborn." Quinns murmured, the soul witch book in his mind has already incorporated the secret information about the oil painter into his heart.

No matter which faction of painter secrets in the mystery world, their power is not obvious in the low circle. What is great is to paint some active paintings, paintings that can make the viewers immersive and so on. But after breaking through the low ring, the horror power secreted by the painter gradually emerged.

Have the ability to summon the creatures in the painting; then add, modify, and erase things in the painting with reality as the background, and then affect reality, and have the ability to seal realistic scenes and creatures into the oil painting; to connect reality with reality The transfer ability between the scene and the same background oil painting, etc.

The oil painting secrets of the romantic faction are mainly reflected in the ability to add, modify, and erase things in the painting with reality as the background, which then affects the ability in reality. As long as the place that the painter sees with his own eyes is drawn by the secret technique, then any place that appears there will appear in the oil painting and be altered at will in the oil painting.

This is a little scary. Mysterious painter is a very weak profession in the early stage and terrifying in the later stage. Of course, Quinns believes that such a terrifying ability is limited.

"Hey, there is such a painter here, I think some people in Taopafune will be upset, like you." Quinnes chuckled.

Olivia smiled silently, did not deny, nor affirmed it, leaving Quinnes to guess.

At the end of the song, Quinnes politely separated from Olivia and returned to Buddy, and Quinns told Buddy about Evelyn Oliver.

Soon, the maid Minnie Ann came quietly in front of Quinns.

"Queens Dowd, your Royal Highness, please."

Quinns and Buddy looked at each other, and there was a flash of light in their eyes.

"Lead the way." Quinnes straightened his clothes, gave Buddy a wink, and then followed Minian and walked towards the back of the palace.

This time, the princess's call was in a room that was set up for this purpose. Just as Minnie Ann led Quinns to the door, a figure came out from behind the door. It was the fourth prince of Saluna. Dickens Vatican Cecil.

Dickens stopped Quinns, turned to Minnie and said: "You go in first, I want to say something to this gentleman."

Minian: "This..."

Dickens: "Sister Wang knows this."

Minian nodded at the end, inconvenient to violate the prince's petition.

Minian entered the room, but the eyes of the two Quinns did not rest on Minian from the beginning to the end.

"prince!"

"crow!"

"I didn't expect that the prince is really a prince. It surprised me to see you here."

Dickens said: "I am not surprised."

"You..." Quinnes Shen Ning said that someone told the prince about my news, and this person must know his identity as a shadow traitor. With this condition, and this motive, it seems that only...: " Is it a thousand faces?"

Dickens: "Haha, the crow deserves to be a crow. Qianmen and I are now collaborators."

"Cooperator?" Quinnes's eyes narrowed: "It seems that the price you offered him is not low, and it can even impress Qianmen."

Dickens: "Thousand faces only talk about money. As long as the price is right, he can do it for me. How about? Help me."

Quinns shook his head indifferently: "No, Dickens, among us traitors, you are the most ambitious one. From the code name you worry about the prince, I know that you are unwilling to stay, and the seat of the king seems to you too. Fight for it."

Dickens's expression remained unchanged: "Thousand faces are right."

"Oh? What did he say?"

"He asked me to kill you, otherwise it would be too uncomfortable to be an enemy." Dickens looked at Quince with some deep eyes.

Quinns smiled coldly: "I expected he didn't hold any good farts. Tell him, if you want the secret behind, you'd better straighten your mouth."

Dickens sighed secretly: "It seems that you can't be killed in a short time."

"How to say?"

Dickens: "Though Qianmen loves money, he knows better that you are his future now. If you want him to do something to you, you need to move back."

Quinns was pleased: "Dare to feel that you don't want to do it yourself, and let Qianmen work."

Dickens shook his head: "I don't want to lose a thousand faces, so I have to wait."

"Get out of the way, I'm going in."

Dickens turned sideways slightly, his eyes flickering as he watched Quinns enter the room, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Quinns closed the door and immediately wanted to enter the two worlds, separating the inside and the outside.

Frowning and thinking, these thousand faces are really lingering, Tig was pinched three inches by himself, and did not dare to mess around. Now he has chased Taopapi, and he is in a fight with the prince.

"Since I'm here, what is your Lord Dodd doing over there?" The melodious and crisp female voice came into the ear from not far away.

Quinns looked up, and Vannie Cecil stared at him without blinking.

A slight polite: "I'm rude."

Vannie Cecil: "Come and sit down, my brother is still honest, right?"

Quinns walked closer and sat opposite Vannie Cecil. After thanking Minian for the coffee that Minian brought up, he asked indifferently: "Your Royal Highness should know about my relationship with the fourth prince, right?"

Vannie Cecil: "It's really interesting. It's a fate for you two to see each other again~www.ltnovel.com~Queens: "Since the princess knows the experience of the fourth prince, he doesn't really need me to come. Talk to you. "

Vannie Cecil: "Indeed, anyone who can escape from the shadow training camp without fierce strength, shrewd mind, and iron will, how can it escape."

Quinns: "His Royal Highness called me, isn't it to ask me about the Fourth Prince?"

Vannie Cecil: "Naturally not, I want to use your cleverness to guess the purpose of my invitation to you."

Quinnes shook his head: "I don't want to intervene in royal matters. I reject the fourth prince, just like I will reject you."

Vannie Cecil: "I don't mean to avoid royal affairs, just like my brother, you will meet him sooner or later."

Quinnes: "I don't deny this, but by then, I have the strength to say nothing to anyone."

Vannie Cecil: "There is courage, in that case, I won't say anything. My door is always open for you."

Quinnes took a deep look at Vannie Cecil. Everyone said that Vannie Cecil was heroic. Now he felt a little bit. The weak body seemed to contain endless resilience and perseverance.

Quinnes: "Can I ask you about the rewards of this trip to Lake Mochizuki?"

Vannie Cecil chuckled: "I can't tell you this, I want to know, yes, join me."

Quinns put down the coffee cup: "It seems I should say goodbye."

When she walked out of the room, Quinnes couldn’t understand Vannie Cecil’s thoughts. She wanted to say that she was interested in the throne, but announced her withdrawal from the competition for the throne early. If she had no intentions, everything showed her ambition. Not small.

At a dinner party, I met three "acquaintances" and I was full of rewards.